Poem.

To someone as soothing as fireflies.

Deciding is like trying to catch two fireflies at noon.

Three Haikus.

A poem about losing a friend.

Off the poetry prompt from Write/Market/Design Watching The Fireflies Flicker in the Rain. Dedicated to My Troy.

"Don’t you wish you were a penguin?"- Jessie.

A haiku I wrote about fireflies.

When my daughter was a toddler, we lived for several months in NYC. For those who have never been there, it is a wonderful city full of energy and intensity and, ummm, dirt. It is a very dirty city and every evening when we got home from our daily adventures she was covered in dirty smudges. This poem describes our average day in Queens.

A prayer, and remembrance, of my favorite place in the world.